I Am A Ghoul

The mushroom cloud was enough to darken the clear sky for minutes on end. That wasn't my major concern; i just had to find Micah, and i had to find her fast. We had to stick together --- to survive. After all, we had no one. No one at all. The cloud gradually cleared; but there, i realized there were worst problems.

I have trusted people I shouldn't have. Loved a girl who betrayed my trust. My so-called friends joined my enemies and killed my people. They all played me like a fool. But now, life has given me a second chance and I wield my blade in blood and vengeance. They will all suffer a fate worst than death and pain will accompany them for the rest of their lives. May the gods guide my mission and protect my people for hell will be unleash if I ever lose them again... ~Gudmund Hávarðr (The Crown Prince of Krudak Kingdom)

The keeper then looked at James and asked, "Isn't that the thief from earlier?" "I once learned from a man skilled in shipbuilding that if you flip a boat upside down it makes a great roof," he said. "I’ll remember that, help yourself to a room and a meal." "He is; would it be okay for him to spend the night in my room? And eat with me?” "Why would you believe a thief?" “I would,” “You may do as you wish, but I’m holding you accountable if anything of mine goes missing in the night,” and “Agreed” are all responses. After that, a bartender brought him and James their food to a table.

Life became a contest of predator and prey when I, Ella Quinn opened my eyes inside of the survival novel I bought for research purposes. The place was rather dreadful to visualize with my own eyes. Ogres, monsters and creatures, huge as a bear I had to survive through all these. But in order to escape from here I needed help from the characters of the novel. My journey began with finding them out one by one. However something didn't sit right about that peculiar world until all of us discovered the hidden truth behind our surroundings.

Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

You will regret it, if I live, I will reply to everything you do to me and my family. Remember my promise!

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

I saw a small figure of a young boy running away from us in the distance.A wolf stood in the boy's shadow.However, this wolf was enormous.It had a head as big as a bear's and stood five feet tall at the top of the hump. It had pale grey fur.The boy was being chased by a worg, not a wolf.The boy had a good lead, but the massive worg's strides would quickly reduce that lead.In a split second, I made up my mind.I made a hasty dash for the boy.Lisa was also moving quickly, and she was following me.However, looking back, she faltered.I was aware that she has not yet regained her strength.Regardless, I turned back to the boy who was still running straight at me and said, "This way!Come to me!The young man gave me a nod and fled as quickly as he could.However, I was aware that the boy would be overtaken by the worg before I could even miss him by a few feet.I raised my arm back and pulled out my hatchet.Duck!”I let the hatchet fly as soon as the boy fell.

'I didn't kill him' I whispered my camera shaking in my hands while I looked at the blood on the marble floor. 'I know' the man in shadows whispered, his voice like velvet on rough ground. 'But the world believes that I did and you are the only one to attest to my innocence'. Elara Vance is a forensic photographer of the wealthy; a woman who sees the truth through a camera lens, and Silas Vane is the heir to a bankrupt empire who lives off the carrion of his enemies (known as the 'Vulture'), but when Elara catches him in the act of a murder she isn't supposed to witness he proposes a deal: either become his bride and his 'Glass Alibi' or she is the next body he will require her to photograph. In a world of predators can the man keeping her prisoner actually be her executioner...or her salvation.

‎My wife died on a Tuesday. ‎ ‎By Friday, her family had sold my daughter. Not for money. For bloodline. Because I gave them a girl, and they wanted a son. ‎ ‎They took her. Changed her name.Then they called me nothing. Tarnished my name. ‎ ‎I lost my job. My home. My reputation. They made sure every door in the city slammed in my face. ‎ ‎So I went where the doors don't exist. ‎ ‎Underground. Illegal. A fighting ring where men die for cash and the winners earn something richer than money: fear. ‎ ‎One fight became ten. Ten became forty. My face is broken. My hands are scarred. But my daughter still calls another man "Dad." ‎ ‎That ends now. ‎ ‎They think I'm scum beneath their shoes. ‎ ‎I'm about to become the most ruthless man this city has ever seen. ‎ ‎